Two years ago, my aunt Rosie gave me a cardboard box of 35 mm slides she’d inherited from her aunt Annie from Germany. there were probably two to three hundred slides. Most of the slides were taken before I was born. I am in that season of life where I am trying to downsize, so wasn’t sure I even wanted that box.
We didn’t own a slide projector, and my neck quickly got stiff holding those old slide up to the kitchen light.
I soon realized I had a small gold mine of family photos….
Here is the very first slide I looked at:
That’s me on the left. Aunt Annie and my brother Steve on the right…The year…about 1961. This would have been taken at my grandparents farm.
My grandpa unloading hay
Grandpa’s farm dogs Butch and Feedie waiting in the truck to go to town.
And on a related note….
Last night, a book of poems on our book shelf caught my eye. I wasn’t quite ready to hit the sack, and was definitely not in the mood to watch a movie, so thumbing through a book of poetry sounded more in keeping with my mood. The poet’s name was Leonard L. Tews. He’d stayed in our B and B several years ago, and sent us his book of poetry after his time with us.
His poem Threshing Picture put me in mind of this photo of my grandfather from the box:
Grandpa is 2nd from the left
There they stand
like stones of stonehedge
nineteenth century notions.
They smell of dusty sweat
they itch of thistles
and rustic ambitions.
I can tell by shadows
under the horses
that they have stopped
for dinner just
The hot threshing machine –
its noise of wheels and belts
There stands my father’s father,
with my build,
sturdy in work pants
and cavalry suspenders
and underwear buttoned
to the neck,
in mid-western summers….
I’ll stop here. Mostly wanted to share these snapshots with those of you that subscribe to this blog.
Life is moving at a quieter pace currently and I’m OK with that.